His words burned hotter than the fire in his eyes.

“Then let me practice making you forget every other man’s name but mine.” he had said.

And just like that, Shane stripped away the last pretense.

I rolled my hips against him, gasping at the hard length pressing beneath his slacks. My robe slipped completely off, pooling at my elbows as his hands traveled up, fingers tracing every dangerous curve with reverence and heat.

“I warned you,” I whispered, breathless as his mouth ...